When the war upon people of color thru needlesDesigned to disease instead of relieveWhen it ceasesI'll be a man of peace(Say what)When this mask of vendettaLike tears on the face of CorettaRoll down and go awayI'll be happier(Happier)I'll be a man of peace

Everybody say!Peace, whoa ohPeaceThat's what we're here for(That's what we're here for)And not to war

When the time that we spendWatching tv depends onWhether or not it destroy or transcendThen I won't need(I won't, I won't)Won't need a warrantyWhen the power of the hour is not yours but is oursAnd the faces we see reflect all that we be indeedThere'll be a jubilee

(Talkin' about freedom)The rewards that we share will be based on what's fairAnd not the curliness or the thick of our hairReal competition, if you dare!Music is our middle nameAnd we don't wanna play your gameSo when the mergers you make are with usAnd you take a fair slice of the cakeThat we bake then you breakThat would be real coolBut y'all wanna act like fools!(What's up with that?)Can't we all just get along?And have peace, whoa ohPeaceThat's what we're here forAnd not to warPeacePeacePeace, whoa ohPeaceThat's what we're here forAnd not to war

In case some of y'all didn't hear it rightI didn't call him, his name wasn't the artistArtist, ArtistArtist - every syllable must be heardArtist - formerly known as PrinceYou got to get your peace inY'all tryin' to start something up in here